Ernie Pyle.
On September 5, 1944, Ernie Pyle wrote his last column in Europe. He returned to the U.S. for health reasons, but was unable to stay away for long. Shortly afterward, he returned to the Pacific where a Japanese machine-gun bullet killed him on the island of Ie Shima on April 18, 1945, at the age of 44.
September 5, 1944
Ernie Pyle

PARIS: This is the last of these columns from Europe. By the time you read this, the old man will be on his way back to America. After that will come a long, long rest. And after the rest, well, you never can tell.

Undoubtebly this seems to be a funny time for a fellow to be quitting the war. It is a funny time. But I'm not leaving because of a whim, or even especially because I'm homesick. I'm leaving for one reason only - because I have just got to stop. "I've had it," as they say in the Army. I have had all I can take for a while.

I've been 29 months overseas since this war started; have written about 700,000 words about it; have totalled nearly a year in the front lines.

I do hate terribly to leave right now, but I have given out. I've been immersed in it too long. My spirit is wobbly and my mind is confused. The hurt has finally become too great.

All of a sudden it seemed to me that if I heard one more shot or saw one more dead man, I would go off my nut. And if I had to write one more column, I'd collapse. So I'm on my way.

It may be that a few months of peace will restore some vim in my spirit, and I can go war-horsing off to the Pacific. We'll see what a little New Mexico sunshine does along that line.

EVEN AFTER two and a half years of war writing there still is a lot I would like to tell. I wish right now that I could tell you about our gigantic and staggering supply system that keeps these great armies moving.

I am sorry I haven't been able to get around to many branches of service that so often are neglected. I would like to have written about the transportation corps and the airport engineers and the wire-stringers and the CHEMICAL MORTARS and the port batalions. To all of those that I have missed, my apologies. But the Army over here is just too big to cover it all.

I KNOW THE FIRST question everyone will ask when I get home is:

"When will the war be over?"

So I'll answer even before you ask me, and the answer is: "I don't know." We all hope and most of us think it won't be too long now.

And yet there is the possibility of it going on and on, even after we are deep in Germany. The Germans are desperate and their leaders have nothing to quit for.

Every day the war continues is another hideous blackmark against the German nation. They are beaten and they haven't quit. Every life lost from here is a life lost to no purpose.

If Germany does deliberately drag this war on she will so infuriate the world by her inhuman bullheadness that she is apt to be committing national suicide.

In our campaigns we felt we were fighting, on the whole, a pretty good people. But we don't feel that way now. A change has occurred. On the western front the Germans have shown their cruelty of mind. We didn't used to hate them, but we do now.

The outstanding figure on this western front is Lt. Gen. Omar Nelson Bradley. He is so honest and sincere that he will probably not get his proper credits, except in military textbooks.

But he has proved himself a great general in every sense of the word. And as a human being, he is just as great. Having him in command has been a blessed good fortune for America.

I CANNOT HELP but feel bad about leaving. Even hating the whole business as much as I do, you come to be a part of it. And you leave some of yourself here when you depart. Being with the American soldier has been a rich experience.

To the thousands of men that I know personally and the other hundreds of thousands for who I have had the humble privilege of being a sort of mouthpiece, this then is to say goodbye - and good luck."

--Ernie Pyle

A Note From Rose
Rose When I was in high school, I would stop at my Grandma's house close by to practice the piano. She would read Ernie Pyle's columns to me and tell me he was a great man. My uncle was in the Quartermasters and Grandma thought Uncle Larry was winning the war single handed. The reality was that the Quartermasters were very far behind the lines, far enough back not to be in harm's way. But Grandma didn't know that.

FOOTNOTE: The only CAPS which are my own is his mention of the chemical mortars. Private Art served his country with the 86th Chemical Mortar Battalion.